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Everly finally has gotten her own new Halloween outfit. She is a little picky. I had strict instructions that it needed to go with her hair. This beautiful outfit and shoes are from Petite Apple. The adorable striped stockings are by EmmaFlorenceParis. And they came all the way from Paris.
Waiting to line up at Dublin Airport runway 28 are British Airways Airbus 320, Stobart Air Aerospatiale ATR.72 and a private Beechcraft.
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Life has roads.. paths.. and detours.. daily. Every single one of these are new changes, opportunities and outcomes. Every decision that you make is a new possibility.. and nobody ever really KNOWS what the outcome of that path will be.
...What could look like a long clear straight away path.. could instantly become blocked by a fallen tree or a big pothole.. or any other unforeseen obstacle.. that wasn't there before, but ... but THAT'S LIFE, ISN'T IT??!
If you really get into it.. and really think about it, it's kind of scary for some.. exciting for others. But then some of us believe that all of those paths/roads that we take were already chosen for us ((destiny)) & although we may THINK that we're making a decision.. it was already written for us to do so..
What do I believe??
Hmm.. I'm not sure. Probably a little bit of both?? LOL believe me, I have given this subject A LOT of thought! And, my answer.. is STILL UNSURE!
However, whatever you believe.. remember that each decision you make..every path or road that you decide to take.. can ultimately change your future.. (even the smaller paths & detours). Any little pothole in the road that you didn't see coming could cause your tire to blow out.. and you might have to sit on the side of the road "waiting for AAA" or taking less time to: "change your own tire"..
But always remember.. these decisions are important.. no matter how small.
When I am making big decisions, personally I choose to pray about them.. I ask God to help me make the right decision..
But all of us are different.. Some of us are more impulsive than others, or more impatient.
But no matter what, no matter which road we take..
All of us have the SAME THING IN COMMON: We all have choices.
..& We all hope that we make the right one.
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Just some thoughts...
I hope that you all have a beautiful Tuesday! I hope that all of your days go nicely and you are healthy, happy & as stress free as possible!
I just got home from physical therapy and I have an important zoom appointment in a little while. My physical therapist did such a fantastic job on me today.. she did this new massage technique on my neck and upper back that I have never seen before.. and it was amazing. She pulled out these long metal things that looked almost like knives (kind of intimidating when you see them!) But she explained how they're smooth and won't hurt me, but they help her to reach deep into my very tight muscles to loosen them without tiring herself out quickly or hurting her self. She did let me know that I will probably bruise on my neck (which I did), but it's just 'the bad stuff coming out' or getting better.. because she actually was able to reach the worst part of the issue.
I am so grateful & thanked her probably 10 times !! I feel so great.. and I go back again Thursday morning to have this done again. It works so GOOD & my neck and upper back currently feel amazing!
..ALSO, I told her how on my way in how I had a migraine (I haven't had one in about 1 1/2 years), but when I do get them I cannot see. I took ibprofen and closed my eyes and rubbed my temples before I went inside and I was starting to feel better. (PT helped that 1000% it went away immediately, thank GOD!) but I also explained to her that the night before while I was at work that I lifted a few big trays of meat on a couple occasions.. (probably between 20-60 lbs each).. Even though my co-workers don't let me .. and try to do it all for me.. on a few occasions I had to. She was happy to hear that.. because she wants me to TRY to lift and see how it works for me.. She explained that she would much rather me practice lifting things at work, NOW (while I'm seeing her in physical therapy at least twice a week).. that way we can SEE how it affects me and how I feel.. and if anything, PT will help me if it hurts me at all.. and then she'd tell me NOT to. I was happy to hear that.. because I don't want to be considered useless because of this injury. I don't want to be a burden at my job.. or an inconvenience. So, I'm glad she suggested it.
Anyhoo, I feel great! And I'm SO GRATEFUL!
😄
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Again, I hope that you all have a fantastic day! Take care of yourselves! Stay safe & healthy & I look forward to seeing all of your new photos! Keep em' coming! I always enjoy to view your photography, guys!
if nothing else is about is the days around christmas, you can always rely on the 6k05 engineers to run. Here is 66425 yesterday at Hellifield Green in some stunning late afternoon light with the 6k05 Carlisle-Crewe running 53 minutes early.
They had been bickering ever since Crinan. Or was it banter? But Mike the Bike wasn’t happy. He had been resting up against the railings alongside the canal when he was literally lifted and put on the old converted fishing boat. Now he missed his owner a nice young thing with a fragrant pert bottom who used to bounce up and down on his leather saddle along the towpath.
It might have been summer but still when Semolina had hit the waves of the southern Minch sea spray had splashed over him where he lay tied down on the open wooden deck. Although he couldn’t move, he knew rust was forming on his handlebars and pedal cranks.
By the time they passed the Corran narrows and were heading up past Fort William to wards the southern end of the Caledonian Canal at Neptune’s Staircase he was getting both angry and argumentative, frustrated by his abduction (as he saw it).
Semolina was old and just chuntered on, her decrepit old diesel pounding away below decks, black acrid fumes bellowing out behind her. The owner didn’t seem to care either, unbothered that she might collapse at any moment and cast them adrift. The wheelhouse was rotten, the most up to date aid, an old Decca Navigator, that blinked with senile confusion. But some how they got to the top of Loch Linnhe.
It was there that Mike the Bike made a bid for freedom, jumping ashore whilst the owner had a boozy slumber in the damp and fetid rubbish strewn cabin below. Since his young blonde crewmate had jumped ship to a flashy tallship, and the cat had gone missing he seemed to have lost his soul completely and let things slip. And he had condemned Semolina to ruin. The hull was leaking, split timbers, full and stinking bilges, flaking paintwork, rotten ropes, perished seals. She was already a (just) floating wreck
None of that had been lost on Mike the Bike whilst he was tied down, and he was thankful to get off before she sank. Ashore he was so relieved to turn a wheel and feel the fresh air in his face as he raced along the towpath, totally blind to the strolling people who stood aside as a riderless bicycle went by.
The bet was on! He had bet Semolina £ 5 . he could get to Loch Ness before her! On their marks, and they were off, Mike the Bike hearing a change of note in Semolina’s engine as she hitched up a few more revs per minute. He got going up the ‘staircase’, lock by lock and then onto the flat. Mikie was already well ahead as he opened up on the Great Glen Way. By Moy Bridge he knew his bet was already won, and having expended himself thought he might take a rest.
It was an unwise thing to do. While he slumbered a wild camper spotted him there and leapt aboard taking him further along the canal to the vehicle recovery yard at Gairlochy where it seemed his round the world five times VW camper was having some critical attention for a broken five cylinder engine. When abandoned in the yard he had been wheeled in behind some derelict cars and jammed in and wedged by some wing mirrors….in a bed of nettles. A fierce guard dog in the compound meant he did not dare move until late in the day when it seemed the animal was taken elsewhere for some exercise.
It was almost dark when Mike the bike managed to free himself and get back on the Great Glen Way as it gently climbed through the pine forest above Loch Lochy. As it grew darker he found it spooky amongst the tall dark trees, and he couldn’t wait to get closer to the houses he knew were past Kilfinnan at Laggan. But he was driven, determined to beat old Semolina. As he rode he wondered how the old girl was getting on. She must be at least 50 years old, although from certain angles she looked younger. He had to admit he had some affection for her although he reckoned today would be tough for her, and he wished her luck, negotiating the difficult meeting with Laggan Locks, Loch Oich and a long stretch of canal before Kytra, and then more canal to putter along before the series of locks at Fort Augustus, and then finally into Loch Ness. Meantime he had no hurdles to cross, bar just plodding up the brilliant pathway towards Inbhir-Nis (or Inverness as I’ve always known it).
He dashed through Fort Augustus, horrified by the appearance of the prison camp like Loch Ness Highland Resort, and what other developers had done to the abbey but that’s supposedly what humans call progress. Nah, for him peace was finding a little quiet corner in the sunshine by the side of the loch, free of summertime midges.
And presently he found such a spot, in a layby at a place so small it was imaginatively called “Inch” just north of Fort Augustus. There were some dodgy looking wild campers in their vans in the layby, but he was so exhausted by his ride he thought he would risk a rest.
He was in a deep dream, when he was woken by the sound of an old engine. And not a VW/Audi 2.5 R5 TDI either. Looking up he saw a large shape looming to wards him. With joy he saw it was old Semolina coming round the point into Cherry Bay. But what of the owner? He was sawing at the wheel, this way and that, but Semolina wasn’t reacting and straightening her course. She was running straight for the shore, to him. Mike the Bike was alarmed as she hitched up her skirts with even more revs and aimed right at the water’s edge, riding high on the shelving beach, until she juddered to a stop.
Afterwards she never mentioned how the monster of Loch Ness had raked her sides and peeled apart her hull and taken the drunken owner back to her lair in the depths of the loch but…….well, I’m sure you know the rest of the story.
Think I should get some breakfast
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Shot: Wa7sh for Ever's R.R.S .... :P :P
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Ever played Red Alert, just need a few TU-95's over head and we've got it! an old shot taken back in 2008.
A Purple Swamphen (Porphyrio porphyrio indicus) was seeking opportunities for the taking while keeping an eye on our movement by a country boat. Its eye looked so beautiful against that green bokeh backdrop. Pics was taken from Purbasthali, West Bengal, India.
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Have you ever noticed how infrequently you see a Fulmar's feet? That's because they are usually tucked in when they are flying, and as soon as they land they sit right down covering the feet with their body (like this: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/51210705849/in/photolist ). That's why you never see them standing like a gull. But Fulmars are predominantly water birds, and webbed feet facilitates swimming, but is essential for large birds to be able to take off from water using a run up like this. Frigatebirds are unusual seabirds in that they don't have webbed feet (see here: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/16639451286/in/photolist ). So you will never see one landed on the water. So when they need a rest they have to fly to shore, or sit on a ship's rigging.
So back to Fulmars; The name Fulmar translates from old Norse as foul gull, from its habit of regurgitating oil when threatened. But it isn't a gull at all, it's a petrel with a characteristic tube on its bill. And believe it or not, the rancid oil was once highly prized as it was erroneously thought to have medicinal properties. This was photographed on St Kilda and the significance of this for Fulmars is that until the mid eighteenth century St Kilda was the only British breeding site. It colonised Shetland in 1878 when 12 pairs appeared on Foula, arriving probably from Iceland via the Faeroes, and during the following century it colonised almost the entire coast of Britain. It is not clear what caused the spread but they may have benefited from feeding around whaling ships.
At the turn of the Millennium there were more than half a million pairs breeding in Britain, although there is evidence of a recent decline and there are currently only 350,000 pairs, which is quite a drop. So it is currently amber listed (25-50% decline) but red-listed in Europe (>50% decline).
Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig.
Marcus Aurelius
From the bottom of my heart, I love you
I can say these words to you without delay
If you're wondering just how long I'll love you
Try forever that's how long I'll feel this way
Me and my heart got a
Promise from the stars that they'd
Keep this love burning endlessly
People will come just as
People will go but know
Whatever life has in store
Through all eternity you will have my love for always
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Dedicated 2 my Soul...
India
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Taj Mahal - Este edifício é um mausoléu situado em Agra, uma cidade da Índia e o mais conhecido e mais visitado dos monumentos do país. Encontra-se classificado pela UNESCO como Património da Humanidade. Foi recentemente anunciado como uma das Novas Sete Maravilhas do Mundo Moderno.
Foi construído entre 1630 e 1652 com a força de cerca de 22 mil homens, trazidos de várias cidades do Oriente, para trabalhar no sumptuoso monumento de mármore branco que o imperador Shah Jahan mandou construir em memória de sua esposa favorita, Aryumand Banu Begam, a quem chamava de Mumtaz Mahal ("A jóia do palácio"). Ela morreu após dar à luz o 14º filho, tendo o Taj Mahal sido construído sobre seu túmulo, junto ao rio Yamuna.
Assim, o Taj Mahal é também conhecido como a maior prova de amor do mundo, contendo inscrições retiradas do Corão. É incrustado com pedras semipreciosas, tais como o lápis-lazúli entre outras. A sua cúpula é costurada com fios de ouro. O edifício é flanqueado por duas mesquitas e cercado por quatro minaretes.
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Taj Mahal is a mausoleum located in Agra, India, that was built under Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal who died after giving birth to their 14th son.
The Taj Mahal (also "the Taj") is considered the finest example of Mughal architecture, a style that combines elements from Persian, Turkish, Indian and Islamic architectural styles.
In 1983, the Taj Mahal became a UNESCO World Heritage Site and was cited as "the jewel of Muslim art in India and one of the universally admired masterpieces of the world's heritage."
While the white domed marble and tile mausoleum is most familiar, Taj Mahal is an integrated symmetric complex of structures that was completed around 1648. Ustad Ahmad Lahauri is generally considered to be the principal designer of the Taj Mahal. The Dome is adorned with gold strings and some incrustrations around the building' s walls in the marble, are demi-precious stones like lapis-lazuli and granades.
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We also did a toy camera challenge at the end 😄
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